Driftwood Lane by Allison LaFleur & Beneva Clark

Author:Allison LaFleur & Beneva Clark [LaFleur, Allison & Clark, Beneva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Summer Storm Publishing, LLC
Published: 2019-01-23T05:00:00+00:00

Heather

“Ma’am?” I’d stalked her all the way from the post office to her little red sedan. “Are you aware of proposition three on the ballot this fall?”

The woman, older than me and not a damned bit interested in what I had to say, opened her car door and climbed inside.

I knew I shouldn’t do it, that I was probably breaking some sort of law, but I’d been out for two hours and she was only the fifth person I’d managed to catch up to. When she shut the door in my face, I pulled my leather glove off and rapped my bare knuckles on the glass. The woman turned her shocked face to me and blinked.

“Ma’am,” I said through the glass, “I’m working with the ‘Oppose Proposition Three’ campaign. Do you know what proposition three is about?” She just sat, plain-faced in her car while I babbled on. “It’s a proposition started by Environmental Transformation Company to change zoning laws so they’ll be able to build a hotel down there.” I pointed toward the beach. “It will limit public access to the water.”

She shook her head, shrugged, and slipped her key into the ignition.

A sharp, cold breeze swept down Water Street, working its way through the gaps in the wool coat I’d borrowed from Owen. I shivered and pulled my hair back from my face with trembling fingers. “We just want you to know that these people are from away.” That was one of the expressions Owen had taught me. Anything from away was suspicious to Whisper Cove residents. “They say it will bring a lot of new jobs to the town, but the construction crew will probably come from out of state, and the hotel employees will probably be here on work visas from other countries. So, it’s basically a proposal put forth by folks from away that will only benefit folks from away.”

The woman started her engine, pulled the hood back from her head, and rolled her window down a few inches. “Young lady, what’s your name?”

“Heather. Heather Carrington.”

She nodded. “Miss Carrington, I’ve lived my whole life in this town. I don’t remember ever seeing your face, and I don’t know of any Carringtons from the area. So I guess ETC aren’t the only folks from away, are they?”

With that, she rolled her window up, slipped her car into reverse, and gave me about two seconds to step away from her door before backing up onto Water Street. With the wave of her hand, she smiled, slipped the car into drive, and took off down the road toward Shipwreck, leaving me holding the informational pamphlet I’d worked so hard to prepare.

She didn’t even give me a chance to tell her Owen Kelly, mayoral candidate, great-great-great-great-great-grandson of Fergus Kelly, one of the founders of Whisper Cove, was fighting against proposition three.

I didn’t let it discourage me. There would be more people. The sun was shining. The gulls were crying. The leaves were gold, orange, yellow, and red. The clouds that typically hung low over the small, stony town had parted to make way for a blue sky.

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